Raising you this small stuff

"What did you say ...... said?" May Suo's lips trembled.

Mo Yi Cheng repeated, "Let's get married."

"Married?" It's not that Winsor didn't know the meaning of the words, but he was just too shocked and a little confused.

Mo Yi Cheng naturally knew, so he deliberately misinterpreted and explained, "It means legal 'cannibalism'."

This time wish sow really reacted for a moment, only to understand what is the meaning, panic almost knocked over the bowl.

"Then in the end, do you agree, or do you disagree?" Mo Yi Cheng said the word "marriage" when it was ready, but somehow, at this moment, but some inexplicable palpitations.

May Sow dare not move, Mo Yi Cheng's face closer and closer, each other can feel each other's nervousness at the moment.

Two people are not talking, the air is silent.

Half a day.

"That ...... is actually ...... not legal, also ...... can ...... also ......" the latter words wish sow really can not say, the whole person has been red like a boiled lobster.

This answer, Mo Yi Cheng first heard and happy and surprised, and then the eyes crossed the worry obviously covered the joy.

"Dudu means you don't want to get married?" Mo Yi Cheng confirmed.

The first thing you can do is to look at Mo Yi Cheng, "No."

"Then why?"

"I ......" wish to say something, he did not know where to start, how to say.

When he first arrived in this world, he was looking forward to rebirth at full level, to get out of the game's confines, and to return to his own world in District 9. Gradually, he had the only, and the most important attachment in this life, he wanted to stay by Mo Yi Cheng's side, apart ...... became a wound in the heart that dare not touch.

However, even if you choose to stay, your so-called "sacrifice" is really fair to Mo Yi Cheng? The elves who choose to stay will be trapped inside the game forever, which means that if he stays, Mo Yi Cheng will always be faced with a "virtual" lover.

In addition to today's Abe's words, he ...... even stay inside the game to do a virtual lover can not be guaranteed, then what to take to promise such an important commitment.

The hand of the son, a hundred years never leave.

If you can't do it, how dare you promise?

So, he could only say, "I ...... can't."

May Suo bite the word can not two very heavy, that kind of bone carving firm, sharp arrows like shot in Mo Yi Cheng's heart.

Mo Yi Cheng pressed down his emotions and still kept his sanity: "Why? Is Winsor afraid that there will be worldly resistance? Or is it afraid that it will affect my career? Or do you think there is something wrong ......"

"Neither." Wisheso suddenly clenched his fist, clear and sad eyes like haloed vermilion, "neither, because ...... elves inside the game after full level, is to leave the world ......"

Mo Yi Cheng that moment, is want to rush forward to cover the mouth of the wish sow, he does not want, fear, can not hear the words behind, but he did not have any action, limbs frozen in general, looking down from above.

Wish Suo has not dared to look at Mo Yi Cheng, can only mechanical: "Elves continue to upgrade, after level 100, reborn back to their own world, is the ultimate purpose of this game."

Level 100? May Suo after saving Abel, the level has reached level 90.

Each word, like rain, fell on the body, just too cold, drops of water before falling has been frozen, will be wrapped up in layers of people directly penetrated into the interior. Mo Yi Cheng could not say a word, and stood there for a while before speaking stiffly: "When did you know?"

The first time in Mo Yi Cheng's eyes to see such a cold light, the heart trembled, "the beginning of the time."

"But, never thought to tell me." He used an affirmative sentence.

May Sow wanted to argue, opened his mouth finally did not make a sound. He thought about it, but he was too stupid to know how to speak, and dragged it out until today.

"Yi Cheng ......," said Wantso, who could only call him by his name, as he had done countless times before.

Mo Yi Cheng suddenly closed his eyes, did not respond, but turned around abruptly.

"Yi Cheng."

"The company still has things to do ...... I'll ask someone to send you back." Mo Yi Cheng is afraid that his emotions will be further out of control, and can't of don't want to wish sow back inside the game.

"...... good."

Mo Yi Cheng did not turn back, he can imagine the look of the wish sow at the moment, he is afraid that he will fall in a turn, and at the moment he stubbornly does not want to let his heart go soft. He can tolerate everything, tolerate everything, except this matter.

The only person left inside the house is himself.

May the tears inside the eyes of Soso never fall down, what qualification ...... fall down it?

The heart is flustered like a mess, occasionally mixed with thorns, cut through the tender flesh, so he could not help but shake gently.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came.

The joy and anticipation in his eyes faded away.

The driver respectfully stood still and said, "Mr. Mo asked me to send you back."

"Where is he ...... he?"

"Mr. Mo has already driven away."

"Oh, well, I ...... can take the ...... wontons here and other to take back ...... to take back ......" tears finally still fall down indisputably, hurriedly raised his hand to wipe, or too late, the tears fell inside the wontons and fell on top of the table.

"Sorry wait, just a minute, I ...... I just want to take this away." May Sow hands and knees to go inside the cupboard to rummage, want to be able to pack food empty box.

The driver has been with Mo Yi Cheng for a long time, although he did not know that Wish So is an elf thing, but contact a lot of times, to him and Mo Yi Cheng things can also be guessed some.

"Let me help you find it."

"Ah, thanks."

"Mr. Mo just instructed me to make sure to send you back safely, and said he would see that you got into the house safely before he could leave."

"En." May So's voice was muffled and he refused to look up.

"Found it!" The driver found a set of lunch boxes of varying sizes.

The two men packed the ravioli, along with a few dishes, and put them inside the bag, which Winsor carefully carried, before wandering out to the car like a ghost.

--The two of them packed the ravioli and a few dishes in the bag, and put them inside.

The cold ravioli was not so sweet, and the grease hung in the mouth, which was not pleasant.

The time on the wall clock was already pointing to ten o'clock.

Ten o'clock in the night.

Mo Yi Cheng hadn't come back yet.

Yuan Su brushed the dishes and went back to the sofa to turn on the TV, the noise in his ears, but his heart was sour.

For the first time, Wish Suo felt that the time he was able to stay out after upgrading was too long, and he would not be automatically recalled by the game and would not be able to see Mo Yi Cheng. However, even if he is recalled after a few hours, probably, Mo Yi Cheng will not click on the game.

Mo Yi Cheng was angry.

And he was so stupid that he didn't even say sorry at that time.

The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things.

Turn off the TV, suddenly quiet, full of silence.

The twitching nose, although a little afraid, but did not click on the TV again.

I wonder where ...... Mo Yi Cheng is now.

When the time came, the door to the living room suddenly opened.

It was Mo Yi Cheng!

May Sow too late to put on shoes, barefoot past, two steps away from the person hard stop, not dare to move again.

Mo Yi Cheng is full of wind and frost, and the cold air he brings in makes Winsor shiver.

"Come here." Mo Yi Cheng unbuttoned his trench coat and opened his arms.

The tip of the nose is red, moved forward a step, and then was pulled into a wide chest.

The chest under Mo Yi Cheng's trench coat was warm.

He was full of wind and frost left to himself.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

The two men spoke in unison.

May Suo's forehead rested against Mo Yi Cheng's chest, "I didn't mean to, I was just ...... just afraid ......"

"I understand." Mo Yi Cheng's long fingers stroked the fine soft hair of the wish sow, raised his eyes although there is bitterness more heartache, "In the future ...... must tell me what happened, do not bear alone."

Mo Yi Cheng sat inside the car for more than ten hours, thinking about too many things, but only did not think about resenting wish sow in the past.

"Today, it's my bad. In the future, are not going to leave you alone."

"...... grace."

"Have you had dinner?"

"Yes. Where is Mo Yi Cheng?"

"Not yet."

The two people seemed to have forgotten about the daytime events, and buried their heads to eat, and plucked each other's dishes.

At the end of the day, Mo Yi Cheng helped Wang Suo clean up the dishes.

The time was already past one in the morning.

The two people went to the bathroom and cleaned up separately, lying on the bed, looking at each other.

"Yi Cheng, I ......" wishing to say something, Mo Yi Cheng a finger gently point on his lips.

"I'll figure it out, I can always find a way."

"En." He believes Mo Yi Cheng, as long as he says so.

"Then what Wanso said before, does it still count?" Mo Yi Cheng's hand inside the quilt changed position.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.

"It's that line, it's not legal - and it's OK."

"......"

Mo Yi Cheng's shadow overlapped up in the warm light, and when he didn't get an answer, he pecked on top of the slightly opened full lips, "Then take it as a default."

The person beneath him is too shy to open his eyes, even though their relationship has long since reached the final step, every time they get close he still gets nervous like this.

Mo Yi Cheng used the back of his fingers to slide down along the delicate eyebrows of the wishing so a little bit, every detail was not spared, there was a moment he did not control himself, once again let that sense of imminent loss of horror climbed up, the whole person suddenly like falling into the ice cellar can not move.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing. He did not want to see such a Mo Yi Cheng, his Mo Yi Cheng should not be so sad, so Wantso lifted his arms around the person on his body, raised his white neck and took the initiative to press his lips.

Rolling hands, rolling lips, rolling breath ......

In the dimness, the silhouette that fits together seems to be real ......

Sink.

Or is it redemption?

If we are destined to part, what is the purpose of grasping at this moment?

The silk brocade is no match for the roughness of the fingertips.

The moonlight is no match for the fine sweat on your forehead.

Twilight is finally tinged with a bit of clarity ......